Please begin.....

I met you in my thirties,
And I loved you from the start.
Though I wasn't always faithful,
You were ever in my heart

We only met at weekends,
Or when I was in the mood.
(My father never liked you,
But my mum thought you were good.)

My love for you has dimmed right now,
But like a smouldering ember,
Your phoenix flame will reignite
On the first day of November.





Next year, if any idiot suggests going 'sober for October' and giving up gin for a month, I'm going to suddenly go deaf!